I take my ten bucks into McD on The Strand.
Turns out it’s the homeless MacD.
I’ve got a back pack and a laptop bag with my certificates in – I don’t look homeless…yet.
I’m not an alcoholic.
My hair’s longer than it’s been for a while.
MacD’s only £1 for a tea.
Everytime you buy one you get a little sticker, and every 10 stickers you get a free one.
Collecting these stickers becomes a hobby for the homeless.
Most people throw away their cup without using the sticker, so getting a free tea in MacD becomes quite easy.
I order my tea.
Once you order you get a number.
Then you gotta wait with your number for your order.
My number’s 053.
That reminds me of Isaiah chapter 53: The Suffering Servant Song.
I start to recite it as I wait:
Who has believed our report
And to whom has the arm of The LORD been revealed?
I look down at the email address on the receipt:
Get the fuk outa here?!
Ok, Mr. Fox.
So, MacDonalds is part of the reality film set.
I smile inwardly.
A girl in uniform calls my number.
I take my tea to a seat at the window, collecting a handful of sugar on the way.
The email is double ‘o’ fuken 7.
Fuk you, Mr. Fox!